I was tripping on the strongest single hit of acid I ever came across in my life, and I've tripped a lot. Jesus Christ blotter acid it was. Had a red Jesus on it. I ate a hit, my wife ate a hit, my two buddies split one. This was back in saaaaay 86-87 and it finished me on acid forever, and I ain't touched it since. We dropped this hit of acid on our way to this big U-fish pond where there is supposed to be some monster catfish. I have never had so quick a reaction to eating a hit of acid, it was as if my entire point of perception started to shift to the side, within minutes of putting it in my mouth. It took us maybe 45 minutes to an hour to get there, and pay our way in, and by that time I was balls out trippin. I could not see, so I can't believe I was driving the car still. There were no straight lines, everything had a curve to it. Looked like the telephone poles were gonna take off my mirrors... on BOTH sides of the car, and every time a car slid by us, I had this immense impression of the kinetic energy it had as it passed within inches of us going 60 MPH or more. I knew I was in for a monster trip. So we get there, and it's about 6 in the evening. We got snacks, chips, sodas, beer even. I break out my trusty old Zebco 33, and spend a half hour trying to get it tied up and ready to use, that must have been funny to watch. We pulled in big catfish all evening, catching and releasing them. Figured we would save a couple at the end of the evening. Then we were just gonna lounge till the acid started wearin off and then drive home.... riiiiight. Come nightfall three hours after we got there, I was peakin like I had never peaked on acid before. The world was moving liquid. I could sort of see out of the corners of my eyes, but if I tried to look directly at anything, it would sort of sliiiiide out of my vision lol. The clouds in the sky were animated pictureshows. The moon was alive, and it was aware of me. Suddenly something is yankin on my fishin pole out in the dark, snapping me back to reality.... sort of. I gave it a big yank, and it felt like it was snagged on something. Then it started yankin again, and I knew it was something good. It's pitch black out there now, and you can't see anything at all. I tried to reel it in, and it would come in a little bit, and go back out, but the pond was only maybe two hundred feet long, so I figured I would be OK. I don't know how long this went on for, probably not too long, but I am gettin it farther and farther in each time. Like reelin in a snow tire. All the sudden there is this bigass splashing right in front of us, maybe 10 feet away from shore, and it fucked me up! I jumped so bad I bout fell in the water lol. I thought for a minute or two that there was someone in the water fuckin with me, yankin on my line! Then I realized that I had a MONSTER catfish on there! Big ugly fucker too. I finally rassled his ass up on the dirt, but there wasn't no holdin him down to remove the hook! He was strong as hell lol. I went up to the house where they took the money at, and he weighed in at 30 lbs. They took my picture, and I took him back down there and let him go. I was trippin so hard it was like a cosmic karma thing that I let him go instead of keepin him. Everything was an epitome, and I was astounded at the thoughts running thru my head all night long. We finally decided to brave the road, still hallucinating 12 hours later. I decided to take my buddy home, and returned to find my wife screaming, tearing at her hair, screaming at the top of her lungs "YOU'RE DEAD YOU'RE DEAD!" and she was totally convinced that I had died and was back to help her through my own death in my spiritual form. I am trippin pretty hard again all the sudden, thinkin of neighbors and their reactions to her screaming over and over again about my being dead. I looked up, and slapped the blue lightbulb out of the ceiling, I figured it couldn't hurt, but it did, I was bleedin all over the place, and still she insisted I was dead. Hell, by this time I wasn't quite sure mydamn self. She was screaming, wanting me to take her to the hospital, which I finally elected to do. Of course by this time officer unfriendly is knockin at the door. Finally after much coercing he decides to give us a much needed ride to the hospital. All the way there he is questioning my wife and me,' Where did you get the acid?" "I need to know where this dangerous drug came from, to help avoid this happening to other people" Over and over again, workin on her already weak mind. Finally I snapped, "Hey! All we need from you is a ride to the hospital!. I picked the acid up off the table at a party. Nobody sold it to me, nobody gave it directly to me, and it does NOT involve them, OK? This is my problem." I figured he was gonna charge me with intoxication of a minor or something cuz the wife was still only 17, but I guess since we were married, it's all good. Finally after all that, she looked at me and tears rolled down her face, and she took a deep breath, and said, "I'm back now, it's OK." She said the worst thing was that she remembered every little detail of her madness. We haven't had acid since, and that's been almost 20 yrs ago now. Sometimes I think back very fondly on it though. What a mind fuck that was. Peace.....
Damnit man. I want some acid NOW. I have only dropped acid twice and it was wonderful both times. I just wish I could get some that would have me tripping that hard from one hit. It probably wasn't the best setting for a trip, though. I prefer to trip in my house and by myself with some nicely satanic/demonic Three Six Mafia shit playing on the stereo. Sounds like an interesting night.
Acid has never appealed to me. Stories like these just make me want to keep my distance from mostly every substance in existence.
Damn, that is a helluva great story, coopdog. Amazing to me that you had the presence of mind to talk to Office Friendly the way you did--gotta hand it to you. Acid was almost always very kind to me, I can only remember one trip that I'd call a freak-out. On the other hand, marijuana fucked me up big time. Go figure.
Acid was always very good to me too. Never really had a bad trip of my own. Acid is like that though, you can be shocked totally straight on acid, and be perfectly lucid, or at least I can. I always kept in mind that if anything was real enough to get me worked up, that I was on acid, and just go with it.
YEah, I think nowadays I am again in a place where I could enjoy an acid trip again. Hell it's only been twenty three years now I had many good acid trips. Isn't it strange how the weirdest shit seems to happen when you are trippin, stuff that would blow your mind if you were stone cold sober. A person on acid must put off a kind of strange aura or something. One person on LSD can change the energy in a roomful of people. Another great time trippin, my buddy Dave came over with six hits of White Lightning blotter acid on a thread around his neck. He got me alone in my basement, and told me in a vewwwy sewwwious way that I could not tell anyone I was trippin whatsoever, and that it had to be a total secret that we had done it and where I had got it. He was way paranoid, I think maybe he had sampled a hit Anyhow, it was Friday night, and I had the usual housefull of stragglers upstairs. "Everyone is gonna know I am trippin Dave." I said. "Not if you don't admit it they won't. I don't think you can do it, maybe I better just put this up for some other time." "No, No, I can do it." I said with all the conviction I could muster... not much lol. He doubted me again, but he gave me my three, and told me his cousin had sent it to him for his birthday unexpectedly, and that he just wanted to have a fuckin good time without the whole world knowin he was on acid, and that it was important to him. OK, I agreed, seriously thinkin I could keep it a secret. I ate those three pieces of serrated blotter paper, crushing them down into my molars and leavin them there to sink in. We went back upstairs..... Sat around gettin high, jammin on some Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. In about ten minutes, everything suddenly developed a bluish aura as I looked at it. I knew I was in for a ride... I had an old walking cane collection that I had gotten from my grandma. It was over in the corner. Being silly, I got up and grabbed one out, and started hobblin around with it, talkin bout "you lil whippersnappers" and "Why, Back in MY day... " And stuff like that. Pretty soon, everybody had a cane. I'm just startin to trip for real, and I mean for real. It wasn't long before my buddy Benny said I was actin like I was trippin. Dave was sittin across the room glarin at me, mouthing to me to keep my mouth shut every time I looked at him. I just said "Wish I was!" with a big grin, and kept on actin like an old geezer. Funny thing was, everybody in the room was just going with it, and it was fookin hilarious! I was laughing so hard I was drippin sweat, and it just kept going on and on. I started to hallucinate pink cockroaches crawling everywhere, and suddenly the place was swarming with them everywhere I looked. I looked at the cat, and they were swarming over it, inches deep. I said, "Honey, get the cat." She said, "What? What are you talkin about?" "Just get the damn cat!" I said again. She reached over and picked up the cat, givin me the look. She pointed at me and then twirled her index finger by her right temple, and mouthed the word "Trippin?" at me. I started to admit it then thought of Dave glarin at me, and shook my head vehemently no. Maybe a little too vehemently. Benny busted out laughin, and shook his head back and forth like a little kid... "Nooooo, Coop ain't triiippppiiiiiin" He said with a slurred voice. I laughed so hard it hurt. Dave finally left in disgust, but we had a great night that night. I guess Dave had one of those paranoid runnin around in the yard in your underwear with the shotgun at 3 AM kinda nights. Went good for me though. I ended up at the quarry cliff diving in the dark and hallucinatin my ass off on a full moon night. The cockroaches in the house turned into snakes swarming everywhere outside, but I was just goin with it, enjoying the sights and the clouds moving in a most unusual fashion up above me. Damn good night it was.....
